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“Oh, that’s where you need me, hmm?” Merrick kneaded the magic button, laughing quietly when her eyes rolled back. “Hate knowing I’m gonna hurt you when I get my cock in here, little owl, but fuck, I can’t wait. I love the expressions you make, how you react. You’re gonna come now, you’re gonna let go and come hard. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

Honestly, she didn’t think she had a choice in the matter. The more pressure he added to her system, inside and out, the more she felt herself splintering at the seams. Muscles tightening from her scalp to her toes, her body gathered to reach a pinnacle she wasn’t ready to tackle.

“My cock won’t give you a choice,” he murmured seductively, twisting his hand to bring her up on her toes. “When I fuck you, I’m gonna spend an hour hammering this dripping pussy into submission, Tamsyn. Pounding it until you come with a word, begging for more, screaming my name like you’re dying and praying to God.”

That hit too close to home. Whether it was the morbid idea of his name being the last word she spoke before her heart stopped beating or simply his artistry with dirty talk and skilled hands, she didn’t know, but whatever the cause, the reaction was undeniable.

She felt everything seize at first, from her thoughts to her lungs to the squirming of her body against the mirror. She, in her entirety, was reduced to a quivering mess, poised on the verge of something huge and unknown, waiting for the pinprick to pop her like a balloon.

Sensation filtered over her scalp, down her spine, as the knot of pleasure in her belly expanded to the point of pain. Her eyes lost their focus, her ears were deaf to everything but Merrick’s voice.

“Take the leap, little owl. Just let go. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

Pain flicked across her clit; his fingertips jammed hard intothatspot.

She’d didn’t just pop, she detonated.

Blind, she fisted her hand in his shirt, leveraging her hips to get his fingers as deep as they could go. Her channel clamped down on him, the muscles squeezing him in fast, jerky spasms. Beautiful, radiant pleasure enveloped her like heat on a cold day, lifting her up, sending her soaring.

She stayed there for a while, her body frozen in gasping, soundless bliss, while her mind found a freedom so blessed, it brought tears to her eyes.

When she drifted back into Merrick’s arms, the first thing she saw was the adoration in his eyes, followed by a sharp spike of hunger in the green as he eased his fingers out of her and sucked them clean.

That was… different, she thought numbly.

“Delicious,” he purred dangerously, then swung her up against his chest when she started to slide bonelessly down the mirror. “Good girl, Tamsyn. Very good girl.” The pride in his voice pulled a string in her chest, twanging her raw emotions. “Go ahead, cry it out. I won’t let you go.”

Burying her face into the warmth of his shirt, she didn’t cry the way she thought. A few tears escaped, soaking into the material, but they were more from relief than anything else. Instead, she focused on the stroke of his hand on her back as he paced the bathroom floor, rocking her with quiet reassurances murmuring in her ear.

Was this what it felt like to be loved?

When she finally stopped trembling and her body went limp in his arms, she tilted her head back against his shoulder, gazing up at him with her heart in her eyes.

No matter what came next, she would always be his.

The kiss he laid on her lips was soft and sweet, a different kind of soothing.

Tamsyn said a silent thank you to a God she’d never believed in before for sending her to him.

*

Merrick

Part of him had been tempted to cancel their dinner plans, but after bringing Tamsyn to orgasm, he’d known staying at home with her was a bad idea. Being caged in four walls with her was a temptation he couldn’t fight, not now the taste of her was branded on his tongue and his fingers still tingled with the force of those innocent muscles crushing them.

Unfortunately, fingering that tight pussy cemented his resolve when it came to taking her virginity; he wasn’t the right man for that task, even if he was damn near convinced he was the right man forher.

He hadn’t lied when he said his cock would be the last she’d ever know.

It just wouldn’t be the first.

Sitting across the table from him, devastatingly gorgeous in a brown sweater that almost matched the brown of her tawny eyes, her lush hair soft and loose around her shoulders, Tamsyn pushed away the plate and the remnants of her steak to focus on the papers he’d set to one side before the meal began.

She’d eaten like a trooper, delicately slicing through tender beef in tiny mouthfuls, visibly enjoying the extra vegetables he’d ordered on the side. Mashed potatoes, peas, carrots, everything the kitchen had available, so he could see what she liked when she had a choice.

Choices were a big part of the evening, it seemed.

She turned those big, trusting eyes on him and tapped a finger on the papers.